i fear it wont do -open-

[Demi Moore]

And they say that a hero can save us.
Im not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Now that the world isnt ending,
Its love that Im sending to you.
It isnt the love of a hero,
and thats why I fear it wont do

Hands gripped the long red hair of a girl bent over, trying to stop the silent crying to her knees. It was a sneak attack of depression, something she always battled with this time of year. Disappointment, embarrassment, and loneliness fueled the tears to continue.

Disappointment. Demi could hear the voices of someone she didn't know asking her what was wrong. Hearing the voice, real or not, made it worse. She couldn't explain it to anyone. How could she possibly explain grief and sadness that she couldn't properly take care of? Grief that should have been done or almost done with. Sadness, she didn't fully understand herself.

Embarrassment. Beyond the ticking, she could hear someone coming up the stairs. Whether or not it was her imagination, she couldn't bear to have anyone find her like this, but she wanted someone, anyone to find her. She understood that she needed a good friend to be there, but who would come to her rescue? A stranger. Someone she didn't know.

Loneliness. The feeling of being isolated from everyone, not to be confused with being alone, which is being away from others. It was a feeling she couldn't shake. Less than a week from her birthday, and there was maybe one person around that might know of it, but probably didn't. Who's fault was that? Demi would be the first to admit it was probably her own fault.

Breathing irregularly, the calm ticking of the clock slowly took her mind off of the feelings. Closing her eyes and taking in gulps of air, Demi let the slow metronome of the seconds take her away. Slowly, she became immersed in the darkness of the night. A void where she was numb of all feeling. All thought and emotion subsided. So long as the ticking was there, she could sit, curled in a ball, and not worry about anything that happened.

It was just her and the clock, or that's what she wanted to believe.

--OoC: don't fear the lenght... chances are it's going to dissapear--

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

I'm better off
Just pretending like I never really knew you
I gotta stop
Holding hands with a memory I'm feeling

Lizzy couldn't sleep no matter how hard she tried. She didn't even know why she wasn't able to sleep. It was just something that was unexplainable like so many other things in life. Sighing she stood up and straightened out her long wavy brunette hair.

I gotta say
Something's different about the way I see you lately
You feel the same
I can see it in your eyes our thing is changing

Deciding that she didn't want to make to much noise she walked out of the girls dormitory passing right by her shoes, but grabbing her white zip jacket as she went. Sure the floors were cold, but it was better to be silent. Slipping from the common room she just started walking wrapping her jacket a bit tighter about herself.

The blame won't fall
On either side

Can you feel it breaking into pieces underneath
Someone's gotta say it
It might as well be me
Goodbye, it wasn't right this time
Goodbye[/size]

Before she knew it she was going up the stairs to the Clocktower. She hadn't realized, but she was making a bit of noise that could easily be heard as she walked up the stairs. When she reached the top she saw a girl curled up by herself, and she appeared to be crying.

I should've known
There was always something that we were missing
I'm letting go of this
Even though it's hard I know it's the best thing

Good intentions fall
And there's nowhere to hide[/size]

Looking at the girl reminded Lizzy herself about out on Rose Petal Lane when her life took a turn for the better. Drastically better to be exact. Going over cautiously and silently she sat down across from the girl, "Hey," she said looking at the girl realizing she had seen her before, but never met her. Upperclassmen weren't who she usually met. Very few she had. One she would kill herself if she hadn't met.

Can you feel it breaking into pieces underneath
Someone's gotta say it
It might as well be me
Goodbye, it wasn't right this time
Goodbye

"Sometimes strangers are the best listeners." she said in pretty much the same words that both of the Light siblings had used with her. It helped, and she hoped it would have the same effect on this girl as well, but she didn't know.

I don't wanna tell you what I have to say
We don't have to be sorry
It just worked out this way
I don't want to, but I have to, I don't want to


[[usually they won't be this long. I guess like you I had a creative mind tonight. and the song was just what was playing when I wrote it so I had to add it.]]

[Demi Moore]

With her eyes closed, and the ticking numbing her sense, Demi could hear someone coming. She didn't respond in anyway to let the person know she knew they were there. Only when the voice, a female one she didn't know, reached her ears did she open her eyes. The girl looked familiar, and Demi attempted to recall a name, but none came to her.

Her next words reminded Demi of a Hufflepuff she had met up with every now and then. Angel or something like that. Not knowing many people with that kind of philosophy, she assumed that the girl infront of her probably knew Angel. Sighing, she attempted a smile. "But how can you talk to a stranger when there's too much to say, but no words to explain?"

Wondering what the girl might say to that, Demi waited. She had many questions that could easily defer the conversation from herself. Questions that never worked with Brayden. The game was only fun when those so intent on helping her became confused with their answers.

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

Lizzy looked at the girl. She hated seeing people upset, and this girl was a person who looked very sad. The look on the other girl's face was a mix of feelings all that weren't very happy. Deciding that she should pay it foreward like others she knew and other she didn't at the time they helped.

Good Question, Lizzy thought as she thought about what to reply to what the girl said. Looking a bit to the side she thought on the question for a moment. "If there's no words to say it than show me." she said thinking about how she had shown things in the past, but there was also something else she could use. "Or.... start at the beginning." she added thinking back to her conversation with Emily. In order to make it so Emily could understand what she meant she had to start with the story leading up to it.

[[ack crappy sorry]

[Demi Moore]

As the girl sat there, thinking up an answer, Demi knew she was the kind of person that would help. Knowing that didn't make the trusting aspect any easier. When she said something about showing her, Demi looked down to her right. Her bag wasn't there. With her hand, she patted the ground next to her and looked around. The last time she was without her sketches, well, she just couldn't remember it.

Feeling a piece of her gone, Demi bit her lip, not forgetting about the girl, but looking around the room. "I... it's a long story." She spoke, her voice showed the distraction over her bag. "I don't want to bore you with it." or embarrasse myself with crying more. "Somewhat confusing without my sketchs." She added her thought out loud, not meaning to.

-don't worry about it, i'll be going through that stage soon-

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

Lizzy watched as the girl as she seemed to search for something that wasn't there. While the girl searched she shut her baby blue eyes and rubbed them and her temples to try and rid her mind of a lot of thoughts.

When the girl finally spoke Lizzy looked back over at her. "I have time." she said in reply to it was a long story, and "You won't bore me. Many people have sat and listened to my problems it's time I did the same for someone else." she added.

"I'm sure I can figure out a way to work it out if you just try." she said to the girl gazing intently at her. Sure she wasn't pressuring the girl to do something she didn't want to, but if a little prodding was all it ook that's what she was going to try.

[Demi Moore]

Trying to remember where she had left her bag, Demi remembered. She left it under her bed, and forgot to grab it before leaving the view of the other Mihaels. Coming back, she heard the last bit of the girls words: 'I'm sure I can figure out a way to work it out.' Demi couldn't help but shake her head.

"There isn't an instant fix to it." Demi couldn't help but say. "The beginning is twelve years ago, you still sure you have time?" Watching the girls eyes, Demi waited to see some kind of shock of that length of time, wonder of what could drag on that long. Her own eyes were now dry, and any signs of crying that might have been there had since dissapeared.

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

Lizzy watched as the girl seemed to realize where she left whatever it was she was looking for. Silently she wondered what it was, but she never asked because she didn't want to be rude.

12 years. Hmm... To Lizzy a twelve year story wasn't that bad compared to her fourteen year one that about five people had listened to for her. Smiling she nodded, "I'm defiantely sure I have time. If it's anything like my story that started 14 years ago it's worth listening to." she said looking back at the girl with nothing close o what she was sure the girl had expected, but Lizzy was an unusual person so she was used to unusual things.

[[sorry so short. sorry it took so long to reply too.]]

[Demi Moore]

Sighing, Demi had expected the length of time to be somewhat disheartening to the girl. "Okay then. I guess I can try." She said, still wishing she had her sketches with her. "Twelve years ago, it was a week after my fifth birthday. My family, we had a fireplace upstairs, and I was down in the kitchen for some reason." As she started talking, red flags flew up in her mind. Demi did her best to ignore them. Why should she trust this girl with so much of her past?

"Something happened and a fire broke out. My parents were soon trapped upstairs, and I was crying in the corner, not knowing what to do. A fireman came in to rescue me." Despite wanting to stop, she had to keep going. For a change she knew that she had to tell someone the full story. "He told me everything would be fine, and I waited for my parents to come out." Tears had now began filling up her eyes.

"They never came out, and instead of being at their funerals, I was in the hospital for burn treatment. The next five years, I lived with all of my mom's brothers and sisters. I was treated like crap. No one was worse than my cousin Andy." A flash of almost hate came across her eyes. "Then I went to live with my Gramma and Grampa." Sighing, Demi wondered how long she had been talking. Her voice was beginning to grow softer, but she was still crying, and for a change she didn't care.

"I lived with them until I was sixteen, that's when I came here, last year. Gramma was the first person to care and to try. She got me into art with a therapist. I met my first friend on the train, and then we met this other girl. Black, Yuki and I were all orphans. Yuki left, and Black asked me to be his girlfriend before he disappeared. After he left, I met Brayden." Something inside her changed. When she mentioned Brayden, she wanted to smile, but didn't.

"I messed up that relationship by spending too much time with another Slytherin, Jaden. I could tell him anything. I even went to meet his dad before going back to America to visit my Gramma who had come down with Alzheimer's. That was earlier this year, and she had gotten so bad that she was calling me by my mom's name. When I came back, I saw Jaden once, and he disapeared as well. Brayden forgave me, I guess, and I think of him as my best friend." Demi couldn't help but think for a second that she sounded like she was trying to convince herself that she wanted to be 'just friends' with Brayden.

"Anyway. My Gramma died near the end of August. And ever since then... I haven't felt right. Something's changed with me. I've barely touched my sketch pad, and when Black came back for a week, I wanted to believe he was going to stay. Then when he left, Brayden and I met up, and I've been so confused, and I can't stop this stupid song from repeating in my head!" Not meaning to, Demi shouted the end of the story. Closing her eyes, Hero replied in her head, and just the one verse.

Now that the world isnt ending,
Its love that Im sending to you.
It isnt the love of a hero,
and thats why I fear it wont do

"I'm sorry," She finally said. "I didn't mean to yell that at you." Demi apologized for yelling her final words. "Do you know the Muggle movie Spiderman... three, I think... the song's from that soundtrack."

--i will never leave anything this long again. sorry for the novel, and kuddos if you read it all--

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

Lizzy shrugged and waited for the girl to talk. A fire. Losing parents. Treated like crap. Assured with false hopes. Finding someone who cared. Met people they trusted. Lost the one who cared. Haven't been the same since. Ya that used to be the story of her life except for the fire, but she did lose everyone.

When the girl got to the end of her story she kinda yelled at her, but she understood. Lizzy waited until the girl seemed ready to be talked to. "Not it's alright." she said shrugging, "I know how that all feels. Well everything except the fire." she said her gaze following the clock's pendulum(SP?) as it swung back and forth.

"The whole finding people like you thing is hard, but I found that finding just making friends with other people helps. It's amazing how many people actually take the time to listen because they care. Though if you ever need to vent let me know because I know your situation." she said shrugging. She knew what it was like and talking usually helped.

Lizzy didn't tell her story because she didn't think that the girl would want to hear it after she had just told hers.[/font]

[sorry that's so crappy]